"Twenty thousand gold coins per time!"

The girls in the audience twisted their bodies in a tangled manner, as if they were covered with ants. The expressions on their faces changed continuously, but they still wanted to speak but stopped and did not participate in the bidding.

"Two times two hundred thousand gold coins!"

The girls in the audience bit their lips or fingers, restless, as if they were suffering, restless.

"Two hundred thousand gold coins three times!"

The girls in the audience sighed deeply, and the neat sighs merged into a roar and echoed in the theater. They looked desperate, and tears rolled in their eyes, as if they were so sad that they lost their love forever.

Some people couldn't bear the pain, collapsed and rushed out of the theater, fled home under the escort of the bodyguard and went home to lick their hearts.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Clayxia hit the mallet hard, proclaiming that the ownership of "Ao, the lover who looks away from the distance, the immortal man of thousands of years" ultimately belongs to Dame Hathaway.

Dame Hathaway had tears in her eyes and walked slowly onto the stage, as if she met her long-lost lover. She threw herself into Ao's arms, tiptoed, kissed Ao deeply, and was reluctant to part for a long time...

Tang Xiaotian felt very strange when he looked at this scene - the thing was obviously a weapon, but the human-shaped weapon carefully crafted by Ao has now become a work of art symbolizing love and is sought after by women.

She couldn't help but say to Aio's ball in her arms: "How do you feel about becoming a public lover?"

The task of preserving Io's soul core is now transferred from Klein to Tang Xiaotian. As a singer poet, she should have mastered one or two instruments to sound the song.

But she has been boarding at her aunt's house. Her family is unwilling to pay for her to learn musical instruments, and it is even more impossible for her to practice musical instruments at home to make noise. She usually hums with her headphones when practicing singing.

Aio loaded the music player function module and became a walkman. Luo Feng assigned to Tang Xiaotian as a partner, allowing them to cooperate with each other to maximize the singing effect of the poet.

The two of them became enemies on the first day of their relationship and looked at each other, but under the strong suppression of the captain, they could only accept this arrangement helplessly.

Aio said in a silence: "I don't think much, I just feel that I'm being sold at a low price. These stupid women who don't know the goods can be worth tens of millions of gold coins just by converting the materials used to make mechanical bodies into Feren gold coins!"

"Just laugh, it's good if you're not considered a large non-combustible garbage landfill!" Tang Xiaotian said sarcastically.

Ao ignored her sarcasm and said in an inward voice: "By the way, don't let me give you a soundtrack if you're fine in the future. My soul battery is limited and you can't waste it casually."

"Hehe." Tang Xiaotian sneered: "You can't help but sing. I have to sing loudly if I want to."

"you!"

Aio raised the volume, but he thought that the high volume mode was more power-intensive, so he lowered the volume: "Then you sing a cappella so I won't give the noise music!"

"Then I have to ask the captain whether he agrees. The audacious effect of singing is weakened and affecting the team. Do you guess the captain will spare you?"

"Smelly woman, please stop using the captain to suppress me!"

"Stinky ball, I can deal with you without having to use the captain to suppress you!"

Tang Xiaotian took advantage of the inattention of others and punched the ball in his hand.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Aio's ball made a monotonous electronic sound and screamed: "Stinky woman! Remember it for me!"

"Haha!" Tang Xiaotian smiled and said, "I have remembered you for a long time, you bite me!"

"This is what you said, bite it!"

"Crack!"

Aio angrily loaded the electric shock module and gave Tang Xiaotian a soul electrotherapy. Unfortunately, its soul energy is insufficient and its power is limited, so it can only make Tang Xiaotian feel hurt.

"Oh, the stinky ball is still good!"

Tang Xiaotian was shaken by the electricity, threw Ao on the ground, picked up a wooden stick, and knocked Ao's round head hard.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

"Okay, okay!" Luo Feng, who looked gloomy when he saw the team members fighting in the middle and his face was stopped quickly: "You're enough, Tang Xiaotian, don't bully Aio!"

"I just knew to talk to me!" Tang Xiaotian muttered with red eyes: "Io said I would not give me accompaniment. Didn't you see Ao's electricity just now?"

Luo Feng had a headache and said patiently: "Ao, you cooperate with Tang Xiaotian well. The problem of insufficient soul energy is not difficult to solve. It is not difficult to harvest some degenerate souls in the Feren continent to recharge you!"

"Tang Xiaotian, don't bully Ao. If you force it to the point of being too anxious, it can self-destruct the soul. The explosion is powerful enough to razor half of Ascatra to the ground."

Tang Xiaotian stopped and did not dare to continue smashing Ao. If this guy gets angry, he will die with him and everything will be done.

It turns out that Io can self-destruct! It’s so powerful, is it really good to let her partner with such a dangerous thing?

Under the majestic stare of the captain, even though she was reluctant, she still held Ao's ball carefully in her arms and did not dare to ravage it at will.

After suppressing the internal strife of the team members, Luo Feng rubbed his forehead with a faint pain and met the noble women surrounding him. The auction was over. Although these ladies lost the ownership of Ao, they still did not want to disperse and gathered in the theater.

"Mr. Bradro!" A noble lady posted it up every time: "I want to invite you to your home and listen to you talk about the process of creating the Titanic. Please be sure to enjoy it."

"Mr. Bradro, please come to the salon held by Femu Manor. Your visit will surely make the salon shine."

Luo Feng smiled bitterly and declined their invitation, claiming that the real artist had devoted everything to great art, and his spare time was filled with creation and rehearsal. In order to present more and better works of art, he would not leave the theater.

This statement was readily accepted by noble women, so artists naturally had to devote themselves to artistic creation without being disturbed by external objects, which is completely understandable.

They made another request: "Mr. Bradro, when will "Titanic" be performed again? It is really hard to enjoy the great drama once and understand the connotation expressed in it..."

This time, Luo Feng did not refuse: "There is only a five-wine-pot hotel theater in Ascatra City, and the theater was temporarily borrowed by our art team. If you want to perform again, you will have no venue. You have to wait for me to reach a new agreement with the real owner of the theater, the "Imprint City Theater Troupe", to continue using the theater to hold a performance."

The female nobles felt deeply regretful. Many people looked at the female mayor Bainara with unhappy expressions. The application for building the Grand Theater had long been sent to the city hall. However, after many discussions by the six-person council, the proposal was delayed for two or three years but not approved.
Chapter completed!